You wake up in a dark, cold room. Sturdy bars cover the windows, through which you can glimpse the silhouettes of dead trees bathed in cold moonlight. The dampness and age hang heavily in the air, and faint sounds heighten a sense of unease. Your head is splitting, your thoughts are chaotic, and your memories are shrouded in a thick fog. Gathering your willpower, you take your first steps into the darkness…This is how someone's twisted dream begins, how a macabre feast commences, how a path strewn with pain and death unfolds, where each step might be your